So, Country Mouse has been in London for nearly two months! Heimweh! Nostalgie! The London parks and squares are gloriously in flower, central London seems tidier than I remember it – less rubbish floating around but the same amount of indelible gum on the...
We rushed through France, on our way from Spain to England – a stay of barely a week. Just time to empty suitcases, imagine the possible weather in London, re-pack, leave the restored baby Audi in the safe hands of Jerome, Clea, Alexandre and Audrey –...
We arrived at La Chaise early in the pink-streaked evening. The sitting room fire had been lit, as had the Rayburn, the warm smell of chestnut smoke greeted us as we left the car. And a small, screeching grandson heralded us by hurling golf balls in triumph. All...
There are times when I think sheep are indulging in a spot of ovismorphism. It is that blank look, the unmoving eyes with their slit pupils whilst the jaws, with their one row of teeth, masticate whatever has been picked up. Are they wondering what kind of deformed...
It is fast becoming a habit, the migration of Percival Parents to warmer climes as the Dordogne winter hovers. I say ‘hovers’ deliberately, for this year the Indian summer lasted practically till the end of October. We left before it did. The grapes... 
